Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2008 13:30:41 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald
Subject: Brandon and Alex 38
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Brandon and Alex Chapter Thirty Eight
Michael didn't call Bobby Friday night when he finally made it home
from Kyle's house, but there were good reasons. First he had a flat tire
from a nail he had run over that took him nearly an hour to change. Then
when he got home, he had to answer a lot of questions from his parents.
His mother had been home that afternoon when the police came to their house
looking for him and his friends after the attempted kidnapping at their
school. Michael apologized profusely for not calling to let his father and
mother know he was alright, and had to tell them all the details of the
afternoon's events. That took quite a while.
He wasn't able to get some privacy to call Bobby until it was very
late, so instead of calling he sent a couple text messages to Bobby's cell
phone. First he apologized for not calling, then he told him about the
flat. Finally he announced that he would come over the next morning after
he got his tire repaired.
- - -
Bobby began slowly to awaken Saturday morning with the warm
comfortable feeling of Michael in his arms. It had been way too long since
they had spent the night together in his bed, and he had missed it. He
loved this feeling, the warm soft skin of his lover pressed against his,
the smell of his hair as Bobby nuzzled into his neck.
The smell of his hair... Something was wrong with it. It had a
different scent than usual, and it was longer than it should be. Then more
sensory impulses flooded into Bobby's brain. He moved his leg, which was
sandwiched between Michael's as it often was when they woke up together,
but something was wrong there too. He moved his leg up and down slightly,
and didn't feel the familiar coarseness of the hair on Michael's thighs.
The last thing that struck him as he slowly awakened was that the familiar
big, strong body wasn't there. He had his arms around a much smaller and
lithe form than Michael's body.
Bobby jerked fully awake. Suddenly now he remembered all of what
had happened the night before. The motion of his body brought Billy out of
his slumber too. Billy turned and looked back at Bobby, an impish grin on
his face. "Good morning sunshine," he said, as he craned his neck to give
Bobby a kiss on his lips.
Bobby couldn't help himself, even if he did feel a twinge of guilt.
He returned the kiss as it was offered. Their tongues soon found each
other as Billy turned in Bobby's arms to face him. That wasn't all that
found each other though... Bobby also felt Billy's erect penis rubbing
against his own as they embraced. Billy wrapped his arms around Bobby and
pulled them together even tighter as Bobby brought his hands to Billy's
head, running his fingers through his hair as they kissed.
For Billy it had started last night, and he still felt it this
morning now, as he held Bobby tightly. It was something he had never felt
before now - love. Well, sure there was the love that Stan and Rosemary
Hill felt for him, and he knew that was real. The trouble was - and Billy
couldn't possibly know this - Bobby wasn't really sure how he felt. But
what Bobby and he had done the night before was different for Billy: the
tenderness, the caring. And yes, the sex.
Sex - it certainly hadn't been Billy's first time at that. But
what had happened between him and the Booth twins was never consensual. It
certainly hadn't been tender and caring. Outright rape was what it had
been. They had even passed him around to some of the other boys in the
facility where they had been locked up. Some of them had been rougher than
the twins, others had been gentler. Still, Billy had been but a pawn in
the Booths' games, whatever they had been.
What he had done with Bobby had been entirely different. Billy
recalled vividly all the things they had done with each other, and was
really amazed that the bedding wasn't in complete disarray. It was
however, a bit damp in some places and somewhat sticky in others.
Slowly they broke apart. "You need to brush your teeth," Billy
said, without any ceremony. "I probably do too though, don't worry - I'll
use your toothbrush." With that Billy jumped up and bounded across the
room toward the adjoining bathroom. Bobby watched Billy's ass
appreciatively as he crossed the room. A moment later when he joined Billy
in the bathroom he saw that Billy hadn't been kidding about using his
toothbrush. Billy caught the look he was getting in the mirror as he
brushed his teeth.
He pulled the brush out of his mouth and asked "What? We swapped
fluids already, what's the difference if I use your toothbrush?"
Bobby couldn't deny the logic of that, so he merely shrugged and
started the water running in the shower. As he did this, he had the
feeling they would be sharing that too. He wasn't wrong. Bobby stepped
into the shower as soon the water was running warm. Just a moment later,
Billy slid the glass door open and stepped in with him.
Bobby took more than his usual surreptitious glance at the younger
boy as he stood in front of him under the spray; he looked appreciatively
up and down the slender young body before him. Billy was trim and toned;
his body was really developing nicely. Bobby also noticed that Billy's
dick was beginning to point out away from his body, becoming aroused. The
small patch of blonde pubic hair he was growing, almost unnoticeable when
dry had darkened a bit and stood out more now in its wet state.
Bobby had been quite impressed the previous evening when the
smaller boy's dick had reached its fully engorged length at 5½ inches,
equal to his own. More impressive to Bobby was that its girth was just
slightly larger than his. Bobby felt his own member begin to thicken and
fill out. Discretion being the better part of valor, Bobby turned and
finished washing. He didn't figure another sexual adventure with Billy was
such a good idea this morning.
He was wondering how he was going to explain what he and Billy had
done to Michael, or if he even should. But if he chose not to, could he
trust that Billy would do the same? That was his biggest concern at the
moment. Bobby had toweled himself dry and went back into his bedroom. He
was nearly dressed when Billy came in, dried from the shower and with a
towel wrapped around his waist.
"Listen Billy..." Bobby started, but Billy interrupted him.
"If you're worried about me telling Michael what we did last night,
don't. I won't say anything.
Bobby was astounded that Billy had said that. It was almost as if
the boy had read his mind. "How did you..."
Once again Billy cut him off. "I can tell you're thinking about
it. Don't worry, I told you I wasn't going to say anything." And with
that, Billy dropped his towel on the floor and started gathering his
clothes, which were still scattered on the floor from the previous evening.
He'd retrieved everything except his underwear, which he couldn't seem to
find. "Dude, do you have any idea where my boxers went?" he asked as he
pulled his t-shirt over his head.
Bobby looked around, but didn't see them at first. Then he
remembered - they had come off after they were already in bed the night
before. He pulled the rumpled sheets back on his bed and found them near
the foot of the bed. "Here they are," he said to Billy, who was sitting on
the floor pulling on his socks. When he had Billy's attention he tossed
the shorts to him, then watched as he lay back, raising his legs and stuck
both feet through the leg holes at the same time. Then, putting his feet
down on the floor, he lifted his butt off the floor and slid the boxers up.
The way he chose to pull his boxers on allowed Bobby a good look at
Billy's butt, particularly his little pucker, which seemed a little red and
slightly puffy this morning. His eyes stayed glued to Billy as he finished
dressing, pulling his jeans back on in the same manner he had done with his
underwear. After he pulled his shoes on and tied the laces he stood, put
his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said "Really Bobby, I won't say anything,
but I hope we can do it again... Soon."
When Bobby next looked up, Billy was gone. Billy had stunned him,
not only by his sexual receptivity and passion, but the maturity of the way
he had coped with the aftermath. Love... Is that what he felt for Billy?
He still had no idea, but one thing he was certainly acquiring for the
younger boy was respect.
* * *
Joey got up late Saturday morning. He'd slept in on purpose,
hoping that maybe he and Kyle would be up late that night. He showered and
dressed, then went into the kitchen to get something to eat. There was a
note on the table from his parents on the table telling him they had gone
to browse through things at the weekend flea market.
Joey wasn't really one for cooking, or for big breakfasts for that
matter, so he dropped a couple Pop-Tarts into the toaster and flipped on
the TV while he waited. He flipped through some of the stations but didn't
find anything interesting before the toaster ejected the pastry. Gingerly,
so as not to burn his fingers he pulled them out and set them on a plate to
cool.
He poured a glass of milk and sat down at the table, still flipping
through channels on the TV as he munched on his breakfast. 'Damn,' he
thought. 'What good is cable anyway? Two hundred channels of nothing to
watch.' Not satisfied with anything to watch on TV, he switched the set to
his favorite cable music station instead.
Joey was actually dancing around the kitchen to the music as he
cleaned up after himself when he heard his cell phone's ring tone sounding.
He pulled his phone out of its holster to glance at the Caller-ID. It was
Kyle. Joey flipped the phone open, "Hey dude! How's it going?"
"Really good, thanks. You ready to head over here?"
"You know I am. Give me a few minutes and I'm on my way!"
- - -
While Kyle was waiting for Joey to arrive, he thought about his
fantasy for what that night might bring. He was ready to go all the way
with Joey. He hoped that Joey would be too. He knew that Joey was more
sexually experienced than he was, so he thought there was a fairly good
chance things would work out in his favor: for sex anyway, if not his
fantasy.
Kyle was watching out his window, waiting for Joey to arrive. He
lived at the end of a cul-de-sac, so he knew he would see Joey as he
approached the house. Sure enough, about fifteen minutes later, Joey
rounded the corner onto his street, pedaling his bike rapidly, standing up
on the pedals for extra power to propel him forward at greater speed. Kyle
ran down the stairs to meet Joey as he rode his bike up into the yard. He
brought Joey around into the backyard and had him leave his bike there.
Kyle's parents were home, so he resisted the urge to hold Joey's
hand as he led him inside. Kyle's parents were older than those of his
peers by nearly fifteen years, and were sometimes mistaken for his
grandparents. Kyle's father lowered his newspaper as he brought Joey
through the den on their way to the stairs. He had a pipe hanging loosely
in his mouth, which he tightened his grip on with his teeth and re-lighted
as he made a quick appraisal of his son's new friend.
Kyle introduced Joey to his father, and Joey, seeming to know what
was expected of him extended his hand to shake and said "I'm very pleased
to meet you sir."
"I'm very pleased to meet you as well Joseph, I hope you'll enjoy
spending the weekend with us."
'Spending the weekend?' Joey thought... 'I thought it was only
supposed to be the night and the afternoon tomorrow - well, maybe he
considers that the weekend.'
Before taking Joey upstairs, they went into the kitchen where
Kyle's mother was preparing lunch so they could be introduced as well. She
too made a comment about Joey spending the weekend. Joey decided that he
would ask Kyle about that once they got up to his room.
Kyle finally took Joey upstairs, then down a hallway to another
door, which led to another set of stairs that led up to the attic room into
which they were about to move Kyle's furniture. A lot of his other things
were already there.
"I thought it would be better if you dropped your stuff off here,"
Kyle said. "This is where we'll be sleeping tonight."
"Okay, thanks. Hey, what did your parents mean about spending the
weekend? I thought it was just going to be tonight."
"Well, Monday is a holiday, so why not stay both nights?" Kyle
suggested.
Joey liked that idea, so he called home and left a message on the
answering machine to let his parents know about the change in plans.
It took the two boys almost three hours to move the rest of Kyle's
things up to the attic room. Once they had transferred all of Kyle's
belongings to his new room and gotten everything unpacked and the bed made,
they sat back on his bed. Their legs were hanging over the edge, and their
chests, bared since they were sweating from the exertion of moving the
furniture up the flight of stairs were glistening slightly. Neither said
it at the time, but the wetness of the others' flesh was a turn on for them
both.
"You want the first shower?" Kyle asked finally, and then nodded
toward the door to the bathroom that had recently been installed in
preparation for his moving into the newly remodeled attic room.
Joey glanced at the door, then back at Kyle. "No, you go ahead,"
Joey said. The door to his new room, located at the bottom of the stairs
was wide open, but Kyle figured that the stairs would give them all the
privacy they needed. He stood, kicked off his shoes and then dropped his
shorts and underwear as one. He faced Joey, who was still lying back on
the bed, propped up on his elbows.
Joey kicked off his shoes and sat up to reach down and slid his
ankle socks off his feet before lying back again on the bed and lifting up
his butt to slide his shorts and underwear down his nearly hairless legs.
He kicked them up at Kyle, who swatted them away. "Are you going to stand
there all day or go get cleaned up?" Joey asked. "Hurry your ass up, I
want to go swimming."
Kyle grinned and did as Joey had asked. He didn't look back as he
walked into the bathroom, so he didn't know for sure - but the sensed
Joey's eyes were on him the entire time as he walked into the bathroom.
"Don't use all the hot water, I hate cold showers!" Joey called from behind
him as he started the water running.
"Yeah, it causes your dick to shrivel. Quite the wrong direction
for what I have in mind!" Kyle laughed back.
* * *
When Brandon's parents left to go shopping, the two boys finished
cleaning up the kitchen and got the dishwasher running. When they had
finished that, they went back down to the recreation room to clean up after
themselves from the night before. Brandon and Alex both noted that the
smell of sex still hung in the room as they reached the bottom of the
stairs. They exchanged a glance with each other, both wondering if
Brandon's mother might have noticed it when she had turned on the lights to
wake them up that morning. Even though Brandon's parents knew they were
sexually active, it was still embarrassing for the boys to think about it.
First, they stripped the sheets off the sofa-bed and put them in
the washer. Once that was done, they cleaned up the mess from the snacks
they had consumed the previous evening. Alex packed up the toys they had
used the night before into his backpack. One item he didn't notice was
missing was the string of anal beads. They had lost interest in using that
particular toy since neither one of them had enjoyed it, and as a result it
didn't even cross his mind that it wasn't there.
Once they finished cleaning up, Brandon turned to Alex and asked
him, "So, what do you want to do? We've got all day, and it's still
early..."
"Let's ride our bikes down to the park. It's a really nice day
today. Maybe there will be something going on there, or we can just hang
out," Alex replied as he pulled a light blue, mesh tank-top shirt out of
his bag. He held it up, showing it to Brandon. "What do you think?" he
asked.
"Perfect!" Brandon exclaimed. "Is it new? I've never seen you
wear it before."
"Yeah, I just got it," Alex told him as he slipped it on over his
head. The shirt hung loose on Alex's slight frame.
"It really shows off your body nicely," Brandon observed. "It's my
new favorite!"
The boys carried their things up to Brandon's room, where Alex
asked Brandon if he could borrow some underwear.
"Let's free-ball it to the park instead," Brandon suggested as he
pulled a muscle-tee from his dresser drawer. Then, turning around to face
Alex, he rubbed the nylon mesh shorts he was wearing against his crotch.
"I really like the way this feels, don't you?"
Alex was forced to agree that it did feel very good - and quite
sexy. "It's probably going to make me pop a stiffy running around the park
like this in front of everyone, but yeah. Let's do it! Toss me a pair of
ankle socks, will you?"
Brandon did as he was asked, and then pulled out another pair for
himself. Being a bit of an exhibitionist, he kind of liked the idea that
they might get hard in front of other people, or even maybe give them an
accidental flashing. Once they had their shoes on, they left Brandon's
parents a note to let them know where they were going, got on their bikes
and rode off toward Abby Park. They were riding their bikes along a trail
that overlooked a winding road that led through the middle of the park. As
they came to a break in the undergrowth that grew along the trail, Alex
signaled Brandon to stop.
Both bikes slid to a stop in the dirt, and Alex pointed down into
the park, where they were now able to see through the break in the bushes.
There were two boys, about their age, maybe a little older on the grass
together below them. One was blonde, one brunette. The blonde had just
walked up to the other, put his hand on his shoulder and started talking to
him.
When the boy sitting on the grass turned to look up at him, it was
obvious to Brandon and Alex both that they knew each other. They hugged
for a moment, and then as they watched, the two boys below them started
rolling over together in the grass. When they finally stopped and the
brown haired boy was on top they paused for a second, then he lowered his
head and they kissed.
"You see that?" Alex exclaimed. "They're kissing!"
"Yeah, that's too cool!" Brandon replied. He was getting turned on
a little by watching what was going on down below them on the grass. He
glanced over at Alex and noticed that he was getting a charge out of what
they were watching as well. At least he was if the tenting in his shorts
was any indication.
Brandon and Alex both watched the two on the grass below them for
another couple moments before Alex kicked his bike around, pointing it down
through the break and said, "Let's go meet them."
He'd already kicked his bike off and started down the hill before
Brandon even had a chance to respond. If he had, he would have suggested
waiting to give them a little privacy. On his way following Alex down the
hill though, he realized - if they really wanted privacy they wouldn't be
making out here in the park on a Saturday morning. Still, what was their
reaction going to be when Alex interrupted them? Brandon figured they were
probably going to get their asses handed to them when they disturbed what
was probably supposed to be an intimate moment.
* * *
Steven heard something. It was like a light rattling sound moving
toward him. He wasn't quite sure at first, but as it continued, getting
slightly louder and closer, he knew that he heard something. Then it
stopped. Steven returned his focus to the long, deep kiss he was enjoying
with Carson. He briefly wondered if the expression he'd heard was true -
that he might actually be able to reach Carson's tonsils with his tongue.
He decided quickly that there was no way that could really happen, but
there wasn't any harm in trying.
Carson, lying on his back in the cool, green grass loved the
feeling of his lover on top of him, kissing him. His concentration was
centered on his lover's hard dick that he could feel rubbing against his
own through their clothes. Then for a moment it seemed as if Steven backed
off a little from their kiss. That only lasted for a second, and then
Steven's tongue came back into his mouth with a vengeance. It seemed as if
Steven was trying to jam his tongue all the way into his throat. That
caught Carson just a little off guard, but recovered quickly and became as
enthusiastic as Steven in their kiss.
When the finally broke the kiss, Steven rolled off of Carson to lie
next to him on the grass. His eyes had been closed during the kiss, and he
slowly opened them to see two faces looking down at them. They both looked
to be a year or two younger than Carson and himself. One was blonde, a
little taller and lankier than his friend. The other boy had black hair,
and an olive complexion. They were both seated on bicycles, and from the
looks of things were either both very well endowed, or halfway hard dicks
were pushing out the front of their shorts.
Steven rolled his head to the side to look at Carson to try to
judge his reaction, but his eyes were still closed. He hadn't seen them
yet. Steven nudged him with his elbow and said, "Carson, look." He slowly
opened his eyes and looked up.
The shorter black haired boy above them was the first to speak.
"So, are you guys like, um... gay?"
His friend punched him lightly on the arm and said "Alex, you can
ask the dumbest questions sometimes."
* * *
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